I’m gonna teach you how to bend…
omg look at him. LOOK AT HIM.
Poor Derek Hale, whose shitty teenage sexual experiences locked him up inside, shut him down until he grew to be this handsome adult werewolf who’d never really play mated a day in his life.
Never really wanted to, to give that vulnerably to someone, to let someone see him needy in his body, full of longing that was so powerful, it ached in secret places in him. In his chest like heartbreak, in his throat when he choked down his hurt. In his cunt where he hadn’t been touched since Kate Argent made a cruel, ridiculing face and reached inside him with her sharp-nailed fingers to feel curiously at his loneliness.
And here’s Braeden, alpha in the way his mother was, sure in her own skin, looking out at him with all this confidence and capability. His eyes follow her, drink her up. His head tilts a fraction when she talks, listening intently. Needing to hear every word, needing to trust. Face all full of blank speculation. Wanting so hard to believe her when she says she can show him.
Play-mating is dirty in porn. Big, thick-cocked alphas using the delicious spank of omega cunt selfishly, knotting up that fragile inner pinkness with all this brute force. He tenses when she goes to use her fingers in him, whines out his fear into his own hand covering his mouth. He doesn’t want her to know what is wrong with him, what is locked up in fear.
But instead she just rubs circles at the outside twitch of his cunt, her body bare and close and draped over his back. Her face tucked into his nape, breathing him in slowly as she warms the defensive screw of his cunt in heat. He takes heaving breaths for a while and calms, his cunt slowly bursting open for her, dripping down her fingertips. But she still doesn’t search inside him, just feels.
It’s her cock that he gets, that dabs at the ripe split of his cunt until he’s ready.
She sinks into him with all this tender patience, and he flexes his back in instinct, arches with a deep, hurt grown. He has an alpha inside him.
He’s made with sweet, pliable heat, deep in his body. He had no idea, no idea until she showed him with the ease of her cock.
They play mate into a rosy finish, until her knot gets all tangled up in his greedy orgasm. She rubs him down for a while after, his sides, his back, his cunt, feeling him with all this open enjoyment.
The next time he climbs astride her, more certain of himself, of her, playmates with his palms to the bed, his eyes wide on her, taking in the heavy-lidded look of pleasure she has in having his beautiful omega heat wrapped around her.
When he comes this time, he growls through it, her knot making his orgasm tighter, stronger.
He collapses over her, panting, sticky with sweat.